Sophrosyne
Anxious child
"Fear is just the minds way of telling you there is something you need to overcome."
Oliver Alcott
Basics
Oliver Alcott
He's sometimes referred to as Ollie.
[SIZE= 12px]Eighteen[/SIZE]
November sixteenth
Scorpio
Male, he/him.
Pansexual
Greek/Italian
Phobos, God of fear, terror, and panic.
Appearance.
Oliver's hair is dyed a deep maroon.
His eyes are crystal blue
The teen is classified as a bit thin for his age, but he stands at about 5'6
The teen has scars across his wrist and forearms.
The young teen often is classified as the pure definition of fear. Taking after his father in the majority of his looks, he's known for his scowls and icy cold glares that send shivers down others spine. The teen generally wears a facade, blocking out the majority of emotion, but this wasn't all caused from his childhood, as he know's its a side effect of being thrown into this camp at a young age. His clothing selection ranges but generally stays between darker tones and neutral ones. He isn't into many brightly colored clothing, yet he'll wear them if nothing else is clean.
Traits.
-Quiet
-Soft-Spoken
-Anxious
-Easily angered
Personality.
Oliver doesn't like to be bothered. Yet he wouldn't say that he hated social interaction altogether, he just has found it kind of hard to be social with people who are constantly throwing his nasty comments or inquire hastily about things that are none of his business. For this, he just prefers to be silent and observe around him. For those who have actually gotten to know him, Oliver can be a bit blunt, but otherwise, he's soft-spoken and polite. He likes to see others happy and smiling and will take pride when he can make another happy. Oliver loves smaller creatures like cats, birds, or mice that happen to scurry into the camp at times. Though he's not all peaches and sunshine, he has a quick temper and can be easily angered when someone brings up something from his past or cheap shots at him. This attitude can, and has gotten him in trouble. The teen can be witty and rude when needed.
Skills.
-Oliver is very stealthy, able to walk around without leaving a sound. For this, he generally scares the hell out of patients by sneaking up on them.
-He's quite fluent in Italian.
-Oliver can remember almost everything he reads.
Weakness.
-Oliver is not great at hand to hand combat.
-Making friends is a difficult task since he's socially awkward.
-Procrastination
Likes.
-Cats and other small creatures.
-Strawberries
-Dark colors
-Reading
-The cold and silence.
-The happiness in others faces when they genuinely laugh or smile.
-The rain
Dislikes.
-Loud people or noises.
-Thunderstorms
-Socializing
-Being interrupted or ignored.
-Being grabbed or 'man-handled'
-Being told he's something he's not
-People assuming about him.
MBTI.
[SIZE= 12px]-INFP[/SIZE]
Moral Alignment.
- Lawful Good, One's actions are motivated by compassion and a sense of duty; they rarely do anything for their own benefit or gain, but rather in service of others.
Eccentricities.
-He pulls at the ends of his tops or at his hair sometimes.
-He hates being dirty and can't go more than two days without showering.
-He has a tendency to run away when things get too rough for him to handle.
Powers.
-Slight teleportation: Oliver has known about this ability since he was younger, but seeing as how whenever he uses this, he becomes extremely fatigued and has even passed out from exertion.
-Fear Manipulation: Oliver can sense and even manipulate fear in an individual. He can increase, decrease, cause or even manifest fear in an individual.
-Persona Worst Fear Generation: Oliver can show one their worst fear through eye contact if he chose too.
Weapon of Choice.
-Hand held blade, seeing as he is not too good with a sword.
Bio
Oliver was four years old when he lost his mother and siblings. He could remember the day clearer than any. It was a bright and early morning, his mother was dragging Oliver, along with his older twin sisters, Charlotte and Camille, through the supermarket. Annoyance crept up his throat as one of the twins read off the grocery list. Oliver hated the annual Saturday shopping day. The child wanted nothing more than to be at home playing with his wooden blocks. Really, anything was better than following the three all day with the “Don’t touch that Oliver” or “Be quiet, mommy’s trying to find dinner, honey.” For an ADHD four-year-old, it was living hell to have to follow quietly.
It had been only a matter of minutes before Oliver had trailed away to the sweets section. His mother usually allowed one of the kids to pick out the sweets for the week and if he remembered correctly, it was his turn. As his eyes landed on his favorite fruit snack, Oliver attempted to climb the shelves, with no such luck. He huffed, placing his foot back on the step before a man stepped forward and snatched the box. Oliver grinned when the man passed the box over. “Thank you!” He beamed, flashing his best smile. But, when the man smiled back, Oliver’s died. Fear exploded in the child's chest and that seemed to make the man's devilish grin brighter. The man reached forwards and lifted his chin with a finger, “Be afraid, child.” He cooed. “Fear is just the mind's way of telling you there is something you need to overcome.”
Oliver stepped back uneasily, his tiny frame attempting to hide behind the tiny box he had grasped. The man in front of him stood, smoothing out his clothing. “Don’t worry, my boy. You’ll understand one day.” He spoke, before turning and setting off. Moments after the man vanished from his sight, Oliver didn’t move. He stood still even when his mother had snapped around the corner, grasping him by the arm. He knew she was going to yell at him, but he didn’t care. He was just an afraid child that wanted his mother. But as his mother caught a glimpse of his expression she had fallen silence. Oliver dropped the box and threw his arms around her neck, refusing to be put down until he was strapped comfortably into his car seat.
He refused to speak about the incident, even when his mother questioned him multiple times on the way home. She must have known, that's all that he could figure. She must have known something had happened that involved who he was. When the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Oliver noticed the very same man standing on the corner. Oliver panicked and began to scream. The next few events came as a blur to Oliver. His mother must of hit the gas was all he concluded. Because the next few seconds became a rushing sound of metal snapping and glass shattering, before the eerie silence took over.
The next time he woke, Oliver was strapped to a bed in a hospital. One of the nurses delivered the news that his mother and sisters had perished in the crash.
Theme Song.
-Team, Lorde
-Goner, Twenty One Pilots
Time Spent at the Institute.
-At least ten years.
Voice Claim:
- Logan Lerman ( xx )
Oliver Alcott
Basics
Oliver Alcott
He's sometimes referred to as Ollie.
[SIZE= 12px]Eighteen[/SIZE]
November sixteenth
Scorpio
Male, he/him.
Pansexual
Greek/Italian
Phobos, God of fear, terror, and panic.
Appearance.
Oliver's hair is dyed a deep maroon.
His eyes are crystal blue
The teen is classified as a bit thin for his age, but he stands at about 5'6
The teen has scars across his wrist and forearms.
The young teen often is classified as the pure definition of fear. Taking after his father in the majority of his looks, he's known for his scowls and icy cold glares that send shivers down others spine. The teen generally wears a facade, blocking out the majority of emotion, but this wasn't all caused from his childhood, as he know's its a side effect of being thrown into this camp at a young age. His clothing selection ranges but generally stays between darker tones and neutral ones. He isn't into many brightly colored clothing, yet he'll wear them if nothing else is clean.
Traits.
-Quiet
-Soft-Spoken
-Anxious
-Easily angered
Personality.
Oliver doesn't like to be bothered. Yet he wouldn't say that he hated social interaction altogether, he just has found it kind of hard to be social with people who are constantly throwing his nasty comments or inquire hastily about things that are none of his business. For this, he just prefers to be silent and observe around him. For those who have actually gotten to know him, Oliver can be a bit blunt, but otherwise, he's soft-spoken and polite. He likes to see others happy and smiling and will take pride when he can make another happy. Oliver loves smaller creatures like cats, birds, or mice that happen to scurry into the camp at times. Though he's not all peaches and sunshine, he has a quick temper and can be easily angered when someone brings up something from his past or cheap shots at him. This attitude can, and has gotten him in trouble. The teen can be witty and rude when needed.
Skills.
-Oliver is very stealthy, able to walk around without leaving a sound. For this, he generally scares the hell out of patients by sneaking up on them.
-He's quite fluent in Italian.
-Oliver can remember almost everything he reads.
Weakness.
-Oliver is not great at hand to hand combat.
-Making friends is a difficult task since he's socially awkward.
-Procrastination
Likes.
-Cats and other small creatures.
-Strawberries
-Dark colors
-Reading
-The cold and silence.
-The happiness in others faces when they genuinely laugh or smile.
-The rain
Dislikes.
-Loud people or noises.
-Thunderstorms
-Socializing
-Being interrupted or ignored.
-Being grabbed or 'man-handled'
-Being told he's something he's not
-People assuming about him.
MBTI.
[SIZE= 12px]-INFP[/SIZE]
Moral Alignment.
- Lawful Good, One's actions are motivated by compassion and a sense of duty; they rarely do anything for their own benefit or gain, but rather in service of others.
Eccentricities.
-He pulls at the ends of his tops or at his hair sometimes.
-He hates being dirty and can't go more than two days without showering.
-He has a tendency to run away when things get too rough for him to handle.
Powers.
-Slight teleportation: Oliver has known about this ability since he was younger, but seeing as how whenever he uses this, he becomes extremely fatigued and has even passed out from exertion.
-Fear Manipulation: Oliver can sense and even manipulate fear in an individual. He can increase, decrease, cause or even manifest fear in an individual.
-Persona Worst Fear Generation: Oliver can show one their worst fear through eye contact if he chose too.
Weapon of Choice.
-Hand held blade, seeing as he is not too good with a sword.
Bio
Oliver was four years old when he lost his mother and siblings. He could remember the day clearer than any. It was a bright and early morning, his mother was dragging Oliver, along with his older twin sisters, Charlotte and Camille, through the supermarket. Annoyance crept up his throat as one of the twins read off the grocery list. Oliver hated the annual Saturday shopping day. The child wanted nothing more than to be at home playing with his wooden blocks. Really, anything was better than following the three all day with the “Don’t touch that Oliver” or “Be quiet, mommy’s trying to find dinner, honey.” For an ADHD four-year-old, it was living hell to have to follow quietly.
It had been only a matter of minutes before Oliver had trailed away to the sweets section. His mother usually allowed one of the kids to pick out the sweets for the week and if he remembered correctly, it was his turn. As his eyes landed on his favorite fruit snack, Oliver attempted to climb the shelves, with no such luck. He huffed, placing his foot back on the step before a man stepped forward and snatched the box. Oliver grinned when the man passed the box over. “Thank you!” He beamed, flashing his best smile. But, when the man smiled back, Oliver’s died. Fear exploded in the child's chest and that seemed to make the man's devilish grin brighter. The man reached forwards and lifted his chin with a finger, “Be afraid, child.” He cooed. “Fear is just the mind's way of telling you there is something you need to overcome.”
Oliver stepped back uneasily, his tiny frame attempting to hide behind the tiny box he had grasped. The man in front of him stood, smoothing out his clothing. “Don’t worry, my boy. You’ll understand one day.” He spoke, before turning and setting off. Moments after the man vanished from his sight, Oliver didn’t move. He stood still even when his mother had snapped around the corner, grasping him by the arm. He knew she was going to yell at him, but he didn’t care. He was just an afraid child that wanted his mother. But as his mother caught a glimpse of his expression she had fallen silence. Oliver dropped the box and threw his arms around her neck, refusing to be put down until he was strapped comfortably into his car seat.
He refused to speak about the incident, even when his mother questioned him multiple times on the way home. She must have known, that's all that he could figure. She must have known something had happened that involved who he was. When the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Oliver noticed the very same man standing on the corner. Oliver panicked and began to scream. The next few events came as a blur to Oliver. His mother must of hit the gas was all he concluded. Because the next few seconds became a rushing sound of metal snapping and glass shattering, before the eerie silence took over.
The next time he woke, Oliver was strapped to a bed in a hospital. One of the nurses delivered the news that his mother and sisters had perished in the crash.
Theme Song.
-Team, Lorde
-Goner, Twenty One Pilots
Time Spent at the Institute.
-At least ten years.
Voice Claim:
- Logan Lerman ( xx )
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